Warning: might bring out emotions Thanks for reading and voting Xoxo ~ gingersnap

In a world where women are empowered and encouraged to perform their will, the men are put in the background of things, invisible like the air they breathe. Leslie Morgan is one of those men, and I recount his tales of always being second, and that men are not always what they're portrayed as. This is a story told entirely in the form of free verse, because why the hell should there be diversity only in characters and not in forms of writing? A/N: Steal my works without my permission, I will steal your life without your permission. Apart from that, I'm a nice person.

Ella was beautiful. Ella was fast. Ella was gone. Ella was never coming back.

In which I am you, you are me, and we are the moments that define us.

Short stories written entirely in second person.

One day, Morgana decides to pick up a pen and write a series of letters addressed to those she loves and hates. In these letters, she reveals her deepest fears and darkest secrets, in these letters she tells of the only boy she's ever loved and in these letters she realises that nothing is ever as it seems, and after these letters, nothing will ever be the same again. (used to be named Thirty Letters) (Inspired by the 30 Day Letter Challenge)